Warning: There is a fair amount of heartache when you set out to study resurrection.
That would have been useful information in Week One of our study, huh? Sorry about that.
Just like most things in life, you can’t get to the good stuff, the really good stuff, without walking through the valley first.
What are those valleys of life? What are those heartaches that we may not be thinking of because they aren’t ours? Let’s learn from each other. Please share in the comments any heartache you have walked through (vaguely or specifically) or any that you have walked with a friend through (without breaking confidence).
God always gives us more— when the Spirit makes us aware of the heartaches of this life, we can see the Hope.
I’m reminded of our friend Job, the proclaimer of our theme verse for this study, Job 19:25-27:
For I know that my Redeemer lives,
and at the last he will stand upon the earth.
And after my skin has been thus destroyed,
yet in my flesh I shall see God,
whom I shall see for myself,
and my eyes shall behold, and not another.
My heart faints within me!
Hope is no small thing.
Heartache to Hope is our theme, this week and in life.
God gives us strange ways to see hope at times, doesn’t He?
Let’s look at Luke 23:48-49 to see some hope, not just after the heartache, but in it. Please read those verses below:
48 And all the crowds that had assembled for this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts. 49 And all his acquaintances and the women who had followed him from Galilee stood at a distance watching these things.
If you look around Luke 23 for context, you’ll find the spectacle referenced in Luke 23:48.
There is heartache, then there’s heartache and more heartache.
Maybe you’ve been there — where the heartache heaps on. I know Job had been. What turned the tide here in Luke? What made the crowd look around them and switch from mocking and jeering and gawking to beating their breasts?
46 Then Jesus, calling out with a loud voice, said, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!” And having said this he breathed his last. 47 Now when the centurion saw what had taken place, he praised God, saying, “Certainly this man was innocent!”
Sometimes we look around at life and it’s just so painfully obvious — school shooting obvious, grief that has no words obvious, not the way you thought life would look obvious.
This centurion, a Roman, for all intents and purposes to the people surrounding him the enemy, or an outsider at the very least, points to the truth of life that the leaders, the teachers, the scribes, their neighbors had failed to show them and they had failed to see for themselves —
Earthly justice failed.
Jesus was innocent and they killed Him.
For the people beating their breasts, I’m pretty sure they bore the weight of this failure personally. It would be impossible not to. This heartache wasn’t about some guy named Jesus. Because He is the Savior of the World, this heartache — Jesus shaped heartache — whether we cognitively know it or not, acknowledge it or not, will always be personal.
There is no reason, friend, to ever go through heartache turned away from Jesus. It’s too much…way too much. Beat your breast, but turn in. Read Luke 23:48 for the truth about turning in instead of turning away —
And all the crowds that had assembled for this spectacle, when they saw what had taken place, returned home beating their breasts.
They turned toward home. Here’s a spiritual Truth that makes all the difference —
Jesus is home.
Jesus as fully God and fully man, resurrected, glorified, holds everything we need. He holds safety and comfort and is truly the place we ground ourselves in this life.
When we walk through heartache, turn toward Home.
When we walk someone else through heartache, turn toward Home.
That’s the Hope. That’s where Hope lives: in Jesus Christ. He is our heart and He is our Home.
He is our Hope.
How do you remind yourself and others to turn toward Jesus as home, healer, and hope, especially in the midst of the journey?
Heartache to Hope – in Jesus Christ, our Redeemer.